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Men used to die on missions, but not her husband. He survives, just like a roach. He always returns to her, not like he has much of a choice...they are bound together, after all. But that's marriage, right?
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06 Jul 2026
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Father’s words were still echoing in her ears, but in a nonsensical out of order loop: Marriage. Arranged. Alliance. Konoha. Treaty. Duty.
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31 May 2026
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The councilor looks up at her. “Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
He nods.
“Good,” he says, not seeming to care too much about the situation at hand. Perhaps they send out more people across the world than she thinks. He lifts a hand and gestures between her and the man. “Temari, this is Shikamaru Nara. Your husband.”
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a (not quite real) arranged marriage/spies au- Language:
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Bookmarked by ovalys
17 May 2026
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Best shikatema fic I’ve ever read, probably one of the best fic I’ve ever read at all. Everything was perfect.
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Shikamaru Nara, a spy in the intelligence diversion of Konoha, his mission was always to keep the politics from getting out of hand, and to keep the public from knowing the dirty secrets behind closed doors.
With the recent threats to the stability of nations, and a woman with a smile so cruel, what was he to do when the lines start blurring and alliances can't be made? (Rated M)Bookmarked by ovalys
17 May 2026
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A Heart That Never Denies by NatureGoth
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga), Boruto (Anime & Manga)
07 Jan 2026
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That night was a rushed job. Temari had to fight her muscles shaking as she slid into her sleeves. When her hair was finally tied back with a single ribbon, Temari took off towards the door to her bedroom, slippered feet scuffing against the rug. Her handmaids followed, matching her stiff posture. She did not hesitate in her quick step, although she dreaded each one she took. Dawdling would only make it worse. Other servants were rushing to and fro, frantically lighting candles on the walls. Temari could hear the sound of her father’s voice echoing from the living room as she descended the stairs from the second floor.
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17 May 2026